The food arrived as it was ready, looking like it could have come from the rose tinted pantry of my childhood
We hope it will improve
We couldn’t finish them all–look at the size of them!–so we asked for a doggie bag
And if you can pick through the rubble of my bull shit, you’ll see that I am basically saying that I love it
As the name suggests, the menu here is a robust affair
It's fun and simple and enjoyable, and I'd come again in a flash
Perhaps because there’s really nothing to say, other than: 'splendid, splendid, just what you might have hoped'
Reflecting on my Sunday lunch at Brawn, I think I fell in love with the food – a long-lasting, cuddly kind of love.
If it opened on my doorstep, I’d use it a lot; I certainly wouldn’t – and won’t – make the great pilgrimage across town.
Wines by the glass chosen and also suggested were revelations
The fabulous food - and bar that foie, I truly thought every single dish was exceptional - isn't the only star at Brawn
The food is restraint, but in its simplicity, one is likely to find delicious beauty
It was a perfectly OK evening, but left you wondering if – as with Brawn – some odd decisions had been made at the planning stage
And although it wasn't apparent why a prawn cocktail had to be 'deconstructed', it was delicious nonetheless
You won’t be disappointed
"I'm a woman," she said, "and I cannot eat pork ribs or pig's trotter and then a steak." She had a point
If you do hit unlucky, though, the list of bourbons, and related cocktails could be a source of much consolation
Overall? You can sum Tramshed up in three words: chicken and steak
Tramshed ranks among the most thrilling and adorable London newbies since Heston Blumenthal’s Dinne
Tramshed does a few dishes well, but it might not be to everyone's taste.
But it’s not brilliant and, for this money, I want brilliant
Desserts were good: a spiced apple pie served with custard, and a delicate cheesecake, whose chocolate ripples had an espresso-ish bite